Sometimes you have THOSE runs, the runs that are meant to be. Those runs that clarify WHY you are a runner and define the runner inside you. I had one of those on Good Friday. Then I had another, and another. These runs weren't blazing speeds or crazy PRs. They were training runs- all simple in type. Why am I choosing to blog on *just* training runs? Well, I've been waiting to feel this way for soooooo long. After today's run, after 3 glorious days worth of running, I realized how much of myself, my spirit, specifically, I'd really lost. Along with an AWESOME Easter Basket, I got a small piece of my runner self; the missing part has been found!
Let's start with Friday. Thursday night was a Pig Out Mexican Feast w/ the gals, to celebrate the end of State testing. I also had a few adult beverages, something I don't do too often. I was a bit weary as to how I would feel on Friday morning, but here it went. I got out just before dawn and it was soooo foggy, but I got to see the sunrise. This was just a regular ol' 10 miler. I started out at easy pace (8:00ish). Then I started to feel pretty good and picked it up without realizing it. By the time I hit mile 4, I realized that each mile had gotten faster, and I was still feeling AWESOME, like I was floating. Some things started happening that remind me of my runner self- my ponytail bob, this thing I do with my fingers while I am running, the absence of ankle pain (wahooo). So, I decided to try an impromptu progression run. To make a long story short, I got it down to 7:03 without much effort at all, finishing w/ a 7:27 average.
Saturday was a recovery run and I was feeling NOTHING from the day before. I have really hated driving lately, so I decided to give the trail behind my house a whirl. I did 6 miles through the trail to the golf course and back. I saw 2 white-tailed deer out playing and a few early morning golfers. Another blissful run!
This morning's long run was TOTALLY fogged over. I started before dawn, needed to get ready for church and all, and my legs felt like CRAP to start with. I said, "Oh well, it's been a good 2 day streak." I told myself to just go with it and get the miles in, no matter how slow. I hit the first 4 or so at about 8:10ish, then at mile 5, something started to click. The pace got faster. Once again, I had that blissful runner feeling. I felt soooooo strong. That's the only word I can use to describe it. I sort of wish I would've turned it into a 20 or longer, but I was pressed for time, so I couldn't. I finished my last few miles in 7:15 range, very pumped about that. My body just *did* it. It wasn't planned; it wasn't calculated. It was just me running, ponytail bobbing, fingers moving, just going...
I am thrilled for many different reasons, the main being that I just feel good. While I have lost fitness, I feel strong, and that gives me hope the fitness will return. I feel at peace about life situations, and I'm sure that has a lot to do with my blissful running. It helps to not carry baggage while running. Also, I think for awhile I forgot how to enjoy running. I was so miserable in my life, in my performance, in EVERYTHING, that I couldn't enjoy something that usually made me happy.
So... there it is. I feel *back*, slower, but better in a lot of ways. Hope everyone is feeling as blessed as I am.